Things related to that reality thing people are always going on about.
Today is Day Thirteen of our school year, and I am still getting kids who haven’t been in school yet this year. (As well as the kids whose parents have decided already that they need a different school. But that’s another blog.) I remember the first day of school as a big deal. How did […]
My writing friend always takes today to engage in some meaningful labor. Today she’s working on getting an old but good ms into her computer, and finding all the files she’s stashed in the wrong places over the years. And me? I have a house in desperate need of attention, and a family I can
Hey, this is a novel experience for me. I have tomorrow off, and yet I still get paid for it. That’s very cool! What wonderful person came up with this idea? It’s a good thing something is making me happy, too, because my frustration is mounting. The shower handle is broken again, and this time
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“Mommy, I’m not playing.” (banging on the manual typewriter, instead of room-cleaning, as requested.) “I’m not playing. I’m writing. Like you.” What can a mommy say to that? Especially one who probably spends way too much time saying things very similar? “But, honey, I’m not playing. I’m talking to writers on these message boards. We
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Any day now, I ‘m going to get used to this, and I’m going to be able to write and blog and do all the other stuff easily. Any day now. I mean, it’s not like I’m trying for Better Homes And Gardens on my housework, or even Good Housekeeping. I don’t care if there’s
Ugh! Work is Hard! Read More ยป
I knew it would happen. I told you it would happen. For those of you who don’t write, I can’t explain it. It’s like when you really, really have to pee, and someone keeps talking to you. I got a scene on the way to work. It was wonderful, it fit perfectly, and it will
Getting Lost–On the First Day of School! Read More ยป
I’m getting a tattoo. Right across my forehead, that says “Sucker.” Or maybe not. Seems like it must already be there, it just doesn’t show up in the mirror. You guessed it. Seven o’clock rolled around, and the only way I got out of there was my hubby nagging every five minutes, and finally calling
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